I have an idea for a captivating and talented writer that has been inspiring others:
I have an idea for a captivating and talented writer that has been inspiring others:
Maybe don’t ride 2 mph in the middle of the road, up a hill, on a windy road full of blind curves with no bike lane, and a speed limit of 40 mph.
And the message is that we are too stupid to sell them at auction to recoup the money that taxpayers spent on apprehending the criminals and impounding their machines. We will just throw that money down the drain to make a statement of questionable value.
No surprises here. All this state does is tax the shit out of us and waste the money. We have no water and a crumbling infrastructure, but lets do this instead. Fuck this state.
I had hookworms as a kid. Tiny, white, wiggly worms that live in your butthole. I saw one sticking out of my poop one day and told my mom, who thought I was just being paranoid and told me to ignore it. Flash forward a few weeks later and it feels like my ass is full of broken glass. I go to take a dump, thinking it…
My friend’s Samsung bangs around so much starting the spin cycle I’m always afraid that it’s going to break apart and kill me with Energy Star shrapnel.
Because if you say things the government doesn't like, you may be disappeared.
“...and his history of racism.”
The image doesn’t negate the facts he speaks. You all may love big-brother, but there are those of us who realize exactly what is happening, look back on history and hopefully you will wake up to reality.
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